Chapter 20 Could it be that it was him!

Looking at the huge size of the wildebeest in the distance, Chen Fan felt very lucky.

He didn't expect that the wildebeest reacted so quickly that it could dodge the first arrow sensitively. Now that he thought about it, it made sense. This guy had been staring at his group all the time.

Especially when I pointed the arrow at it, I clearly felt that its attention fell on me.

Fortunately, last night, I raised the level of [Basic Archery] to level 4, and the characteristic of riding and shooting to level 2. Otherwise, with a 30% hit rate, the second arrow is really not easy to hit.

The third arrow is a supplementary knife, but it is a bit redundant.

"Add 9 experience points."

A message came to mind.

Chen Fan showed surprise on his face. He didn't expect that the wildebeest would provide so many experience points after killing it?

Combined with the previous black rat and wasteland rabbit, after trying to kill low-level beasts, the range of experience points gained is between 1-9, or 1-10, which is a bit short, and it doesn't matter.

His gaze moved down and landed on [Basic Archery], and he was taken aback, only to see that the proficiency bar had risen to 30%! In other words, the proficiency of the three arrows just now increased by 15%!

"Whether it is aiming at a fixed or moving target, it really is the fastest growth in proficiency in actual combat."

He sighed inwardly.

At this time, everyone around them also reacted one after another.

"I, am I right? That wildebeest, was shot?"

"Yes, you read it right, right? The arrow in the neck directly killed it."

"So, Xiao Fan shot the wildebeest before it accelerated?"

"What kind of archery is this? Brother Wei, it's nothing more than that, right?"

Everyone looked at Chen Fan with admiration on their faces.

That's right, they were really convinced.

Even Chen Guodong was amazed by Chen Fan's performance.

He thought that Chen Fan only had a high hit rate when aiming at a fixed target, but he could be so good at aiming at a moving target? So, did he hide something last night?

Chen Fan smiled embarrassingly, "Why are you looking at me like that? I'm just a blind cat and a dead mouse. If I do it again, I'm afraid it won't work."

However, everyone has an expression of believing in you.

"Xiao Fan, you used this excuse last time, have you forgotten?" The bald man patted Chen Fan on the shoulder, "Remember to use something fresher next time."

"That's right, Xiaofan, what's the point of being modest? Your archery skills are so good, we're too happy."

"Isn't that right, today is the day when our village harvests the most prey! People in the village will smile crookedly if they see us bringing so many prey back!"

"What is this? With the marksman Xiaofan here, we should have so many prey every day in the future."

"That's right! When we came out this time, we all hugged his thighs, Xiao Fan, wow!"

Everyone chattered excitedly, saliva splashing everywhere.

Yesterday, the Wei family brothers left, and the hunting team found nothing. This morning, they thought they would repeat the same mistakes, but God sent a big surprise!

How can it not be exciting.

Chen Fan also looked at them with a smile. No matter what, he has proved that in this world where ordinary people are as humble as ants, he can lead the people in the village to survive.

Although it is only leading everyone to live temporarily, but hope is like a flame, there will always be a day when wildfire will start a prairie fire.

So, in addition to continuing to improve [Basic Archery], the next thing to do is to learn more boxing moves to strengthen your body, in order to become stronger.

Just as he was in a trance, a large, callused palm was placed on his shoulder. Looking back, Chen Guodong smiled at him.

In the stockade, it was still as quiet as ever.

On the open space in front of the warehouse, Wang Pingping and the others were still practicing marksmanship, while the lame man stood aside, obviously absent-minded.

"Uncle Zhang, are you worried about Brother Fan and the others?"

Wang Ping asked.

The lame man glanced at him and said, "You have a lot of things to do, it seems that others will rest later, you don't need it."

"Don't, don't."

Wang Ping wants to cry but has no tears.

He regretted his talkativeness a bit, but he couldn't help it.

Zhao Feng said at this time: "Uncle Zhang, with Chen Fan's archery skills, can you hit the prey?"

"Disaster."

The lame man said without thinking.

"Oh no?"

Wang Ping was dumbfounded, "Brother Fan is so powerful, the last time he shot a few arrows and hit a few arrows, how could he miss his prey."

"Yeah yeah."

This remark resonated with others.

The crippled man looked straight at him and asked, "Boy, before you know why the mutation happened, was our traditional martial arts no match for those foreign fighting techniques?"

Wang Ping was taken aback, feeling that the topic span was a bit too wide, but he still nodded honestly: "I don't know."

"Because of lack of actual combat."

The lame man had an expression that knew you didn't know, "Whether it's Taijiquan, Xingyiquan, or Baguaquan, they lack actual combat. How can they be their opponents? Xiaofan's archery is the same, no matter how good it looks , I don't know how much I can play in the wild,

You are also the same way, you see that you are holding guns now, but if you go to the wild and fight with ferocious beasts, your legs will probably go limp, let alone hold your guns tightly. "

Everyone lowered their heads.

Although he was not convinced in his heart, if he really wanted to let them go out tomorrow, he really didn't dare.

"but"

Just when he was about to speak out to encourage everyone, there was a commotion at the entrance of the stockade, which was unprecedentedly loud.

In an instant, several people looked at each other in blank dismay.

"what's the situation?"

Wang Ping looked over there, confused.

"This movement, could it be that the hunting team has returned?"

"No, it's impossible? How could they come back so early?" The young man next to him retorted subconsciously.

"You can go to the hunting team and bring back the prey, that's it. But, uncle Guodong and the others, didn't they just go out? They came back so soon? Or did they bring the prey?"

The lame man was also full of doubts. When in the past did the hunting team not come back until late in the evening? If one came back after finishing the work, something must have happened.

What if you come back early?

"Go and have a look."

he said, limping forward.

There is a faint guess in my heart, is there a prey?

Before the few people approached, they heard the sound of running around telling each other, saying that this time there was a bumper harvest, not only several wilderness rabbits, but also a wildebeest weighing two to three hundred catties!

When they reached the door, the crowd in front of them formed a circle, and they were all discussing excitedly. They squeezed in with great difficulty, and when they saw the prey lying flat on the ground, their pupils dilated rapidly, and their faces were full of disbelief. color.

However, the lame man noticed one thing in common, that is, these preys all had arrows stuck in their bodies, and without exception, they all hit the target.

"Could it be! It's him!"

His face turned pale, and a figure appeared in his mind.

(end of this chapter)